[center][h1][color=aquamarine] Phantom [/color][/h1]

[i][h3]In Front of Destroyed Dinky Bar[/h3][/i][/center]

Her patrol had finally amounted to something interesting happening, it seemed, when some screaming and an explosion came from nearby as she was going about from rooftop to rooftop. The set of powers she had currently would most definitely suffice for this, though the question of "if" they would ever remain the same if she "died" again always haunted the very back of her mind. Pushing aside the less than savory thoughts about the matter, Phantom made her way over to the scene and found herself staring in the face of another supposed "hero" who had made his way to the scene as well. Apparently, in a rather.....odd manner of speaking, as compared to the parahumans she knew of at least. 

At least breakfast back at the hotel had been nice, scrambled eggs with biscuits and a sausage gravy done in a rather fancy manner. 

On the other hand, this (to her mind) new guy was asking perhaps the most obvious question she had heard today. 

[color=aquamarine]"Well, the entire front of this bar has been destroyed,"[/color] she said, trying to be cordial enough as her words came out rather bluntly to the fact of things, [color=aquamarine]"Let's go inside and see if the civilians are ok, before asking to see what happened. Though if you have any way of checking the perimeter to see if the perpetrator is still near, that could help as well."[/color]

Nailed it. 

And with that, Phantom sprinted to make her way inside of the destroyed bar, to see if she could help anyone first...before trying to ask for what information might be available. To be honest, she was more concerned with the people right now first of all. Not everyone, she supposed, got a second chance at life when it came down to it.